The Saints Of Swallow Hill

A sadistic being develops an ominous obsession with an anxiety ridden young woman. Feasting himself on her fears, and devouring her body and mind. Noxodius knows that he has gone too far, but he can he stop himself? Can he let the little human go? Will he cut her loose after he gets his fill, or will he swallow her whole? When he realizes things might not be as they seem, will he have biten off more than he can chew?

Ever cried till you no longer had tears to shed? Bled till there was no more blood to bleed? Endured till it became a part of you? At that point, pain no longer seems like pain, but reality. No one knows how deep it cuts, how bad it hurts. But you endure it anyways. You don’t cry, you stay strong like a warrior that’ll never give up nor win. Talia Malakai, the Alpha’s daughter by name alone, lived like a shadow in her own home. In a pack where her blood should have earned her respect, she was treated as nothing more than a servant, scorned, unseen, a burden, bad luck, a curse. She learned to bow her head and swallow her voice, to endure the weight of each day like shackles she could never break. Her life was not hers, and she told herself it never would be. But even a broken girl could still be discarded. And when her father—the Alpha, the man who should have protected her—decided to sell her off like unwanted property, he called it relief. A relief from bad luck, he said, a release from the shame of having her as his blood. What awaits a girl who has already lost everything? Could being sold offer the faintest chance at freedom? Or was this only another hell waiting to swallow her whole?

For her whole life, Lyra Suarez had been a good girl. That one girl who was too sweet, too nice, too helpful, too kind, too easy to manipulate, too easy to use, too easy to destroy. Being too pure and too caring sometimes has its bad side. And she knew that too well. At twenty-three, she was busy working her life away just to protect herself and keep her distance from her biological father, who never even claimed her.   With just one laced drink, her trust in her only aunt disappeared. Everybody seemed to see her as a beautiful ticket to a fortune. She was sold to a filthy old man.   While her poor soul cried for help, calling all the saints never seemed to work. And as her last prayer, in her most desperate state, she called for him... the Devil.   Because a deal with the Devil is always better than living in hell. And sometimes, the Devil is not the one to fear.

Isabella, an aspiring young artist looking for any opportunity to become famous and rich and prove to her parents that you can make a living being an artist and being a doctor is not the only way, until she meets Noah knight who offers her an opportunity to make her art famous in exchange for a contract marriage with him. Will their fake marriage blossom into something beautiful, making the two believe in love again or will the several obstacles such as Isabel’s past come back to hunt her, Noah’s inner demons swallow them whole?

Siapa sangka, liburan yang awalnya terasa begitu menyenangkan tiba-tiba berubah menjadi sebuah bencana? Tiba-tiba Tante Ariane dan Om Frank melamarku untuk dinikahkan dengan Aldert, anak angkat mereka. Kami sedang berlibur di Brussel waktu itu terjadi, mengacaukan daya kerja otak, jantung dan pernapasanku secara total. Menjajah kebahagiaan yang selama hampir satu bulan kudapatkan di Netherlands, tentu saja. Merubah istilah holiday menjadi broken day. Apakah aku tidak berusaha untuk menolak? Sudah. Mati-matian bahkan, dengan mengerahkan seluruh kekuatan jiwa dan raga. Tapi mereka ditambah dengan Mama justru semakin gigih untuk mengalahkan pendirianku. Oh, sebenarnya aku mengalah---pada akhirnya---karena Batik tak merespon sama sekali ketika aku berterus terang dan meminta pendapatnya. "Jadi, gimana ini, B?" tanyaku setengah menjerit di saluran telepon yang tak bisa dikatakan jernih, "Aku harus gimana, apa yang harus aku lakukan?" Klik, tut tut tut, tuuuttt! Dia malah memutuskan saluran telepon yang sangat berarti dalam hidupku saat itu. Ujungnya, dalam kebingungan yang semakin memuncak ke langit, aku meminta pendapat Uta. "Jangan bodoh kamu, Hill!" Uta mengingatkan dengan ketegasan level tinggi saat aku mengakui kalau tak enak dengan Batik, "Ingat, kesempatan emas tak datang untuk yang ke dua kalinya. Menikahlah dengan Aldert dan berbahagialah, Hill!"

 It is not necessary that in every story there should be a hero for the heroine, who first get separated from each other and then meet one day. In some stories, for a princess, there is also a villain. Bella Ford who was trapped in the captivity of a heartless man one night, today stands at such a point in life from where she can neither go ahead nor look back. That person was none other than Weston Hill, whose cruelty has ruined many lives. After all, how will Bella save herself from the clutches of such a person? And what happened to Bella that night, after which Bella's world changed? What is written in the fate of these two?

Luca and Aria’s union was an impossible one where pack tradition and rules exist but they were not going to let that deter them. But Luca’s relationship with Aria wasn’t going to distract him from his main goal of exacting revenge on the Shadow Moon Pack as he continues to assemble his army. They both have to navigate through the treacherous waters of betrayal, past memories and intricacies of power. With danger looming at every corner even those they fail to see, will the dark waters swallow them? Or will their feelings be strong enough to see them through?

Book 2 of The Pact. Be sure to read Book 1. [A Billionaire's Divine Romance] [Sequel to The Pact] .... After experiencing the worst scandal of their lives, Fabrico and Selene becomes a happily married couple with a lovely daughter. Everything seems to be going well for them until trouble knocks on their door. Selene's psycho ex, Blake is out of the asylum and back for her, Fabrico is dealing with his brothers mess of a job, Drug dealing, which might affect his own company and his wife thinks he's having an affair with his Secretary. Will all go down hill for Selene and Fabrico or would they stick to the forever vow that they made. Through sickness and in sorrows, peace and troublesome times- or, would they fall apart!

[warning- Steamy scenes] "Wife!" the man lovingly said. "What exactly are you attempting to do? I am not your wife, Mr. Richard Hill! Behave!" "Stop playing with men, Woman,” his distasteful voice spoke. “You are no one. Thus, I feel bothered by your presence,” Anastasia was cruel with her answer. “I have proof we are married! Furthermore, you own fifty percent of my fortune because I have vowed to spoil you for the rest of my life. Keep in mind that you are mine, and I am a possessive guy. Every eye will be dug out if they fall on you," the voice and declaration were both forceful. "I have heard you can't touch a woman because of your disease!" Ana smirked. Anastasia Long married a billionaire, Richard Hill. She knew nothing about the family or the spouse since she was coerced into it by her mother and stepfather, who exploited her mother in terrible ways. She had a step-sister as well, but her stepfather would never consider putting his own daughter into the fire. She tolerated the anguish and pain inflicted by her mother-in-law and the mistress who intended to marry Richard, but she was unfortunate to be placed in such circumstances. They humiliated her, burned her clothes, and starved her till she ended up in the hospital for a week. However, her husband never came to see her. Surprisingly, Richard Hill never met her or spoke to her as if she were married to someone who did not exist. She was made to sign a divorce decree one day, and she fled the city for five years. Upon her return, she was renowned as Dr. Anastasia Long, a gifted surgeon. People kissed her feet.

My wife went abroad for a six-month training course and unexpectedly secured a major deal.  Thanks to this contract, she was promoted to director against all odds. When I saw the news of her return in the work group chat, I immediately ordered flowers to pick her up at the airport. However, her belly, which would have been eight months pregnant, showed no signs of it. She had aborted our child, turning me into a laughingstock among colleagues. Just as I tried to swallow my anger, she told me she was pregnant with someone else’s child. She demanded that I step aside and make way for her.